I don’t know why I’m feeling blue these days.

Dark blue.

I’ve been telling myself to shrug off the feeling and become a little bit happier. But those fleeting moment of happiness feels like a lie. It gets heavier to smile because deep down I realize that I’m just faking it. Right now I’m just an empty shell blown away by the wind.

I cowardly running away from my triggers of stress. Trying to shut them down—but they’ll creep and become my nightmares. I really don’t know what to do to keep myself sane.

Still, I can pretentiously tell people that I’m fine.

But sometimes... I do afraid that later they’ll find me in my room, killed by dark blue.